The wonders of washing machines.

Mumma does A LOT of washing, I don't know where it comes from. Gradually the pile of washing gets bigger in a day and then so does mumma's frown. 'If only there was a maid' mumma says.

The other day I threw up twice just to get another t.shirt put on, who likes a plain red one any way? My sister Molly, she gets through baby grows quiet fast as her nappy poo's seem to go up her back rather than in her nappy. Mumma pulls the face like an old person who has just come out of a 'pilates' class. (Personally i don't know what this is, sounds kinda like some exercise you do on a plane?)

The motion of a washing machine is fascinating sometimes sends me off into a trance and takes the whole cycle to get me out of it! I wonder if that was where I was born ... with clean washing ... spinning in circles and magically turning into something fresh. I wonder if thats how we go ... get too dirty to clean and then get put in the rag pile?

Mumma likes it when I can play with water. Today I sat in the shower with all my clothes on. Great fun! My options were fairly simple, to flood the bathroom or to not flood the bathroom. Although I don't suppose that soaking the months worth of tissue paper was such a good idea but then again I made my boat float on the floor, happy boy me I am.

my sister talks too much.

Yes my sister talks to much. I try and stop her but apparently slapping her over the head makes it worse. She wont shush. One time mumma was on the toilet doing the longest wee ever, and i was trying to grab the chocolate white buttons on the top shelve of the breakfast bar, but then molly started crying, i mean proper crying. Mumma put me on the naughty chair...again.

It is quite hard being a bigger brother. When it was just me i could get away with anything. climbing on the table, eating of the floor and the bin and finding random adult thing to chew, putting an artistic hand-print picture on the tv. Now i cant open a single item, slobber on a single bit of cable or made drawing circle on the white doors, all because of my darling sister!

If only i could be taller...

waking up

Depending on the circumstance & the weather of course, mamma would pretend to be asleep when I slobber kiss her all over her face. (if it was raining I would listen to the beating of the rain and lie there singing to myself xfactor style.) Mamma, She would roll over & carefully open one eye & pretend that it was not the morning & gradually turning over to see me in her face with my mouth wide open & my tongue licking my four head because behind closed doors I know everyone says hello this way right?!
Mamma would swoop over like usual and would give me a massive hug, warm and fuzzy & ... smelly, nappy change needed! (haha).

My little sister is secretly a little minion but you can't tell anyone its our little secret. She wakes up with whats know as 'babbling' (talking and blowing bubbles at the same time).
So with the morning buzz and the eating at the zoo, as mamma calls it (whats a zoo?) we join in holy...throwing of the weetabix and porridge, what fun.
This is the routine of most days & for all mamma's know we enjoy making you work hard. It makes me laugh when I can hide under the beds sheets and scare you whilst your sleeping; it makes me laugh when you jump and your face needs a good wash. (I think this is the reason and the ONLY reason why adults shower by the way) and its only the morning, fubulous (fun & fabulous)!